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G-Pop’s five-year-old son came strolling over carrying a dirty, beat-up baby blanket with frayed edges, which had been the source of great comfort and solace to the little chap for years.
He handed it to G-Pop and said, “Fix it.”
The blanket did need some help.
The ends were torn and worn from being drug on the ground and any memory of the original color had faded beneath a cloud of general “dirty.”
G-Pop’s son even brought along the family sewing kit to aid in the repair. G-Pop peered at the blanket and then down into the hopeful eyes of his child.
“I don’t need the sewing kit. It won’t help. What I need is a pair of scissors.”
The five-year-old squinted. “Why?”
Why indeed?
G-Pop realized that the ony way to fix the blanket was to carefully take the scissors and meticulously trim off the ripped regions on the perimeter. They could not be fixed. They would never be woven into the one piece of cloth. They were gone.
They were needfully gone. A new border needed to be negotiated. Otherwise, the blanket was worthless.
G-Pop was thinking about that today as he was mulling over the situation in our country.
We are a tattered patchwork, and our ends are frayed. Attempts to sew things together or make them right are useless because the substance to stitch is just not there.
Here’s the truth: No matter how honorable foolish people are in pursuing their goals, the end result is still foolishness.
No matter how many flags are waved for the glory of a cause, if that idea is unrighteous, unfair and bigoted, it needs to cease to exist. It is frayed; it is torn. And it will continue to tear into the other fabric if we allow it to blow in the wind.
It is time for America to bring its security blanket to the forefront, and for us–as “we, the people”–to take scissors and cut away the nonsense.
After all, some things are wrong because God and Mother Nature got together and decided they were wrong. Yes, Science and the Divine often have meetings, and generate or terminate parts of the Earth.
So grab your scissors, starting with your own life, setting an example for those around you, and:
1. Trim back opinions.
Opinions are stop-offs on our way to the truth. To spend too much time touting them is to delay the arrival of common sense.
2. Clip the need to debate.
If the goal of a debate is to find out what is really workable, then perhaps it has merit. If it is to change the minds of those around us by using words, statistics and intimidation, it is fruitless. The time we spend debating could be put to better use by creating.
3. Snip the separations.
If America is a melting pot, let it melt. And while you’re at it, jump in the pan. A stew should be so well-cooked that people have to ask you what kind of concoction it is instead of looking inside and noting a predominance of chicken.
Thus, America. We shouldn’t be identified as white, black, Hispanic, cultural, ethnic, Anglo-Saxon, Asian, male or female.
The blend should be complete.
If you are saying anything before “American” it is contentious, be it African, Asian, Mexican, white or female. Just “American” will do fine.
The tapestry of our country is frayed. The extreme ends cannot be repaired. We must trim them away, allowing a new edge to our common understanding.
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Sit Down Comedy … July 3rd, 2020
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Waking up from my nap and sitting on the edge of my bed, I was listening to the muffled booming of the television trying to wiggle its way through my closed door.
After a few moments, I discerned that it was some sort of talk show, since there were two people conversing, and each one spoke too long for it to be a scripted program.
Trying to make out words.
It was a man and a woman speaking. Finally, after a few seconds of listening to the man, I made out what I assumed were three words: “admire a con.”
I winced but then snickered, realizing that this speaker had a bit of a Georgia drawl, and what he was trying to pronounce was “American.”
Almost immediately, the other person, the female, took up the cause and what I thought I heard her say was “a miracle can.”
Evaluating her accent—I guessed Bostonian—I once again had to chuckle, because this was her rendition of “American” also.
“Admire a Con” and “A Miracle Can.”
Remaining perched on the bed, I got to thinkin’.
As we round the corner to another day of Independence, we certainly, in candor, have to admit that our nation is often guilty of admiring a con.
Yes, we live in an environment where “Breaking Bad” is a good thing, where denying the truth is political magic, and refusing to take the blame for anything is deemed clever.
Those in power pretend they are surprised that the populous begins to turn on one another and cheat, lie, and attack. Then pundits comically insist they are trying to reveal both sides of the question.
So in this quagmire—where we “admire a con”—we find ourselves giving out, giving in and finally giving up.
We produce the best we can, only to be told there’s another way to do it which is not quite so expensive or meticulous. Therefore, we’re asked to give in to the common con, and after a while, because are hearts are hungry for some validity, we find ourselves giving up.
I don’t want to live in “Admire a Con,” even though the accent may be warm and fuzzy.
But on the other hand, “A Miracle Can” breathes potential.
As long as we don’t sit around and wait for God, gods and goddesses to perform their magic, miracles can be achieved through our efforts and glorified through celebration.
I could live in “A Miracle Can,” where I’m asked to bring my faith.
For you see, it’s too bad that faith has been associated with religion.
Faith is actually just an enduring belief—an insisting notion—a treasured principle.
So I could muster faith.
And then, with the rest of my brothers and sisters, we could all have a “come to Jesus” moment.
Not a revival, but rather, a renewal. A believing in one another.
Not a church service, but an inspiration to serve.
And once I brought my faith—that enduring belief—and had my “come to Jesus moment,” when time was still available for solutions—then I think I would actually be prepared to want to make things whole.
As long as things are broken, I can bitch.
If I contend that the world is hopeless, I can whimper and play victim.
But if I want to make things whole, I can get together with others, who bring their wit, will and willingness to join in.
I’m tired of living in “Admire a Con,” listening to mumblings through the door.
I need more than the promise of “A Miracle Can.”
Instead, I long to march together with newfound friends, as we bring our faith, have a “come to Jesus” moment and really, really want to make things whole.
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